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Never agree to an Abortion.
Month one
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my
organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time
I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of
your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If
you could see me, you could definitely tell that I
am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside
my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a boy!! I hope that
makes you happy. I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry. You sound so . It
makes me too, and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very
short
and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a
lot of
my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl
my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and
legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to
you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby
Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy,
what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He
seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding
my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy
what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't
get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!
Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is
holding me. He told me about abortion.
Why
didn't
you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes
that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two
more legs that will never run. One more mouth
that
will never speak.
SHANICE